[ It's alright, Weiss. He's already lambasting himself in his own head over it all. Ragna is more self-conscious than he likes to let on, despite making it seem as though he could care less what other people thought about it. Though, maybe that's just more being easier to brush off his enemies after the Azure Grimoire, or his bounty, or who simply knew him for being the SS-Class Criminal. ]
H'okay.
[ Right on cue, Ragna joins her in wincing when the giggling trio drips into his ears. For what it's worth, Weiss, he can do that for you. If he doesn't say anything, he at least fixes them with a glare before her voice brings him right back.
Whisperwhisperwhisper "So smouldering..." DO THEY EVEN KNOW HOW THAT'S SUPPOSED TO LOOK?
The softer register in Weiss' voice, as if they were trying to keep the painting out of the loop, helps him too. And though he can't completely dispel that tension that grips his spine, his shoulders do seem to lax some again. Because this isn't a gag reel ending he concentrates on Weiss, his own voice comes in softer in a an attempt to echo her. ]
Not without causing a ruckus, anyway.
[ And by "ruckus", he means trying to break the walls, pry the doors open (which won't work sorry), attack the paintings themselves... The only reason he doesn't is because he's not by himself. Yes. Ragna the Bloodedge is, by some stroke of a miracle, holding back for someone else's sake. It helps that her words distract him from those violent thoughts, and she opens herself to him with that little lament about not even leaving this stupid casino...
And something in his heart sinks. He knows next to nothing about her. Next to nothing about anybody here. But there's nothing that makes him special either. They're just guests, rolling the dice on what leisures await them next. All of this was new for him, but when he takes a seat and thinks it all through, it's less the fact that they're being coerced into having sex as a big game, and more about what's been left behind. What was waiting back home for Weiss? What responsibilities did she get whisked away from, if any? Weiss acting all fussy about the lineup at Birdbucks, making fun of his name, finding him so easy to tease...
And for Ragna, inviting her up to his place without any strings attached, tolerating her as long as he has, even smiling for the first time since he got here...
Is it all coping? ]
That's why I wanna know everything I can about this place. Even if it means I gotta... [ It's hard to keep looking her in those pure, icy blues of hers, but Ragna manages. Why the hell not? She's already caught him with his pants proverbially down when he flipped over ghosts the way he did. They're also stalling. ] ...play my hand, to do it.
But I'm not giving up. [ He already almost did that once. And whatever Weiss does with her spare time isn't his business, but he can place his wager on one thing; she's not happy about this either. How many people that were stolen away from their lives were still coping? These past few days of shock have finally settled for Ragna. If he can figure something out that not just helps himself, but helps people like her, than he'll do it. There doesn't have to be any big reason behind it. It's as simple as that. He breaks this casino's foundations and learns how to jump back home? He takes that chance. He breaks this casino's foundations and learns how to get everyone else back home?
He tells the dealer to hit him and prays he doesn't bust. ]
...
[ And so, against his better judgment and fighting that creeping sensation that lingers on the edges of his thoughts, Ragna breaks his gaze away from Weiss to look back up at the Teasing Trio. Oh! He's looking right at them! ]
Hey. What do you want?
[ And don't bullshit him. He's fighting against every fiber of his being not to just shudder just thinking of being surrounded by haunted paintings.
"What do we want? That's easy. Show us some flirting, give us a treat!"
Flirting, a little treat. A hug and a kiss?
"We'll let you two go after you entertain us a bit." As for what they like? "Anything cute, anything sweet. It gets so boring in here. Imagine watching everyone do nothing but stand before leaving. Don't we deserve some fun?" ]
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H'okay.
[ Right on cue, Ragna joins her in wincing when the giggling trio drips into his ears. For what it's worth, Weiss, he can do that for you. If he doesn't say anything, he at least fixes them with a glare before her voice brings him right back.
Whisperwhisperwhisper "So smouldering..." DO THEY EVEN KNOW HOW THAT'S SUPPOSED TO LOOK?
The softer register in Weiss' voice, as if they were trying to keep the painting out of the loop, helps him too. And though he can't completely dispel that tension that grips his spine, his shoulders do seem to lax some again. Because
this isn't a gag reel endinghe concentrates on Weiss, his own voice comes in softer in a an attempt to echo her. ]Not without causing a ruckus, anyway.
[ And by "ruckus", he means trying to break the walls, pry the doors open (which won't work sorry), attack the paintings themselves... The only reason he doesn't is because he's not by himself. Yes. Ragna the Bloodedge is, by some stroke of a miracle, holding back for someone else's sake. It helps that her words distract him from those violent thoughts, and she opens herself to him with that little lament about not even leaving this stupid casino...
And something in his heart sinks. He knows next to nothing about her. Next to nothing about anybody here. But there's nothing that makes him special either. They're just guests, rolling the dice on what leisures await them next. All of this was new for him, but when he takes a seat and thinks it all through, it's less the fact that they're being coerced into having sex as a big game, and more about what's been left behind. What was waiting back home for Weiss? What responsibilities did she get whisked away from, if any? Weiss acting all fussy about the lineup at Birdbucks, making fun of his name, finding him so easy to tease...
And for Ragna, inviting her up to his place without any strings attached, tolerating her as long as he has, even smiling for the first time since he got here...
Is it all coping? ]
That's why I wanna know everything I can about this place. Even if it means I gotta... [ It's hard to keep looking her in those pure, icy blues of hers, but Ragna manages. Why the hell not? She's already caught him with his pants proverbially down when he flipped over ghosts the way he did.
They're also stalling.] ...play my hand, to do it.But I'm not giving up. [ He already almost did that once. And whatever Weiss does with her spare time isn't his business, but he can place his wager on one thing; she's not happy about this either. How many people that were stolen away from their lives were still coping? These past few days of shock have finally settled for Ragna. If he can figure something out that not just helps himself, but helps people like her, than he'll do it. There doesn't have to be any big reason behind it. It's as simple as that. He breaks this casino's foundations and learns how to jump back home? He takes that chance. He breaks this casino's foundations and learns how to get everyone else back home?
He tells the dealer to hit him and prays he doesn't bust. ]
...
[ And so, against his better judgment and fighting that creeping sensation that lingers on the edges of his thoughts, Ragna breaks his gaze away from Weiss to look back up at the Teasing Trio. Oh! He's looking right at them! ]
Hey. What do you want?
[ And don't bullshit him. He's fighting against every fiber of his being not to just shudder just thinking of being surrounded by haunted paintings.
"What do we want? That's easy. Show us some flirting, give us a treat!"
Flirting, a little treat. A hug and a kiss?
"We'll let you two go after you entertain us a bit." As for what they like? "Anything cute, anything sweet. It gets so boring in here. Imagine watching everyone do nothing but stand before leaving. Don't we deserve some fun?" ]